Parking Lot - Part Five - Fire All Torpedoes

Pow, he slammed into me hard and moved away. Bam, he pounded me again. Water was splashing in all directions - onto the walls and the floor, as my big man drilled that massive meat in as deep as it could go. The muscles in my arms had to be sore as hell, but I couldn’t feel them. All I could sense was the overwhelming power of the man underneath me, slamming that humongous, greasy pole completely through my belly. 

There was no indication that he was close and I was oblivious to all sights and sounds, as all senses were shut down save one. That bulging mushroom head savagely rubbed on the lining of my rectum, stimulating my inner sense of touch to unknown heights. The incredible masculinity pounding from below lifted me to utopia and, although no thing or no one was touching my cock, white rivers of cum started squirting from the slit. This was an orgasm from inside out, as all digits and limbs were fully occupied, unavailable to stimulate the outside skin of my penis. 

Just when I thought my orgasm was nearing an end, I felt Gary’s hot, manly sperm exploding into my asshole. This caused my dick to start a whole new round of white torpedoes firing into the water. Precious, life regenerating cum simultaneously flooded my rectum and raised the water level in the tub. Neither of us made a sound. Neither of us took a breath. All muscles were tensed to capacity, as endless salvos streamed into me and out of me.

As he hung on for dear life, Gary’s fingers dug into my trapezoids with the strength of a masseuse. I remained suspended above him to receive the last droplets of cum. My white spittle was now in drooling mode, gently oozing into air and down to the water, forming gobs and drifting aimlessly about. 

Then, he collapsed back to the water, bringing me with him, as I kept his exhausted manhood deep inside. We both laid there panting, with him resting on the back of the tub and me resting on the front of him. Soon, Gary saw one of my torpedoes of sperm surface to float by his knee.

“What is that? Did I pull out too soon?”

I let out a sinister laugh, “You haven’t pulled out yet. I ain’t gonna let you. That’s my cum.”

“You got off?”

“I guess so. It looks like mine.”

“You can’t tell whose cum that is. That’s gotta be mine.”

“No it isn’t. I shot a bigger load than you did.”

“I didn’t see you jack it.”

“I didn’t have to. It just came on out by itself.”

“Wow. That’s a hell of a thing.”

“Guess that tells you what you do to me. Still worried about my date with Jack?”

I could feel his cock getting revved up again, as it started to swell inside me. Gary felt it too. “Does that answer your question as to whether or not I’m worried?”

“Guess not. Wanna go again?”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around my chest, squeezing tight. “You are too fucking much. You done wore me out, pal. Give me a break already.”

“Well, ok then. Let’s see who shot the bigger load.”

I raised up and released his dick, then I sat on the tub surface in front of him, spreading open my butt cheeks. Those little bubbles made that adorable underwater sound, as a fart preceded the exit of Gary’s cum. Soon, I could see long, white worms jiggling under the water, continuing to multiply with every push of my lower abdomen.

“There you are. You wanna count ‘em?”

Gary raised up to look over my shoulder. “Let’s call it a tie.”

“Sounds fair to me.”

I opened the drain and we stood up, waiting for the water level to get to our ankles. Then, I turned on the water and we showered together - both of us with erections, but we managed to get through it with no further damage. 

Ok, I lied. The baby oil somehow got onto my hand and I jacked myself, while licking all over Gary’s water-drenched chest and belly. Amazing how water can make manly fur three times more beautiful, especially when the guy places his hands behind the head and stretches himself out for your tongue to attack. 

We finally got thoroughly cleaned up and were drying ourselves, when there was a knock on the door. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I went to the front door to look through the hole. The clock on the wall said 6:30.

It was Jack. Opening the door, I immediately smelled booze.

“Come on in, bud. Gary’s already here.” In his hand was a brown bag with a bottle inside.

“Hey, Kenny. How’s it goin’?”

He’d been drinking, but didn’t seem overly drunk. I yelled to the back, “Hey, Gary. Jack’s here.”

Jack apparently wasn't concerned that Gary was there. “I stopped by the tavern for a couple of beers. I’s thinkin’ about you and decided to see if you was home. I brought you some whiskey. Do you like it?”

His speech was a little slurred, but he seemed ok for the most part. “A little whiskey goes a long way with me, but I might take a shot or two. What is it?”

He took out the bottle to reveal the Wild Turkey label.

“Yeah, that’s good stuff. Let me get some shot glasses.”

As I spoke, Gary entered the room in his towel. “Well, hello Jack. Me and Kenny just got out of the shower, in case you couldn’t tell.”

“You don’t. Maybe you better hit the shower, too - if there’s any hot water left.”

I got three shot glasses from the kitchen and filled them up. Gary provided a meaningless toast. “Here’s to handsome dicks and knowing where to put ‘em.”

We slammed down the whiskey and I took Jack by the hand. Guess the beer had made him lose his fear of me. 

“Come on, I’ll get you set up.” I led him down the hallway and into the bedroom. “Just leave your clothes over there by the wall.”

“What’s the bench for? You work out?”

He was pointing to the flat bench stored by the wall with dumbells and extra plates stacked underneath.

“I used to. Don’t need to where I work now. This job keeps me hard.”

He stared at the bench, while his body gently swayed back and forth, looking for balance.

“Are you ok, Jack?”

“Yeah, I’ll be better after I shower. Maybe I should eat somethin’. Got a sandwich maybe?”

“Go ahead and get out of those clothes. I’ll get you a towel and something for your stomach.”

I headed for the kitchen, where Gary was sitting at the table. He was holding his pecker in hand, waving it at me. “Better get him broken in. Junior here’s getting excited.”

“Jesus! Do you ever stop?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Hell, no. Jack ain’t feelin’ too hot. I’m gonna get him something to eat.”

“Well, hurry up. Make sure he cleans up that sweaty asshole, too.”

I began putting together a bologna and cheese sandwich. “What the fuck do you want me to do? Shower with him?”

“No, but we better watch and make sure he doesn’t fall and hurt himself.”

“Oh, hell. He isn’t in that bad of shape.”

I returned to the bedroom to see Jack stripped down to his underwear. “Here, eat this. I’ll put your towel on the stool in the bathroom.”

When I came back, Gary was laying on the bed sans towel and Jack was halfway finished eating.

“Feel better?”

“Oh, yeah. I shouldn’t have had those beers on an empty stomach.”

Gary piped in. “What the hell is in that sandwich, Kenny? It smells sour, like somebody died.”

“It’s just bologna. I smell it, too.” I leaned over towards Jack to get a better whiff. “Hell, it ain’t the sandwich.”

My nose followed the foul odor, which brought me in the direction of Tolsen’s shoes.

“Jesus Christ! It’s his feet. That’s what’s stinkin’ up the place.”

Gary sprang up off the bed. “Goddamn it Jack! You nasty mother fucker, hurry up and get in that shower. You’re gonna make us puke.”

I joined in to let him have it. “I gotta get those fuckers outta here.”

Jack stood there finishing his meal, looking like a whipped dog. Things were about to get worse. I carefully lifted up the work shoes from the bottom, planning to throw them out on my balcony to let them air out.

“Fuck an A, Jack. Where the hell did you get these cheap ass things? These aren’t even leather. You ARE a nasty mother fucker. Do you wear these every day?”

“Uh ...... yeah.”

“You stupid son of a bitch. Everyone knows you’re supposed to alternate your shoes so they can dry out. Why don’t you buy some decent shit? It’s not like you’re hard up for money.”

“Hell, I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Gary was pissed, too. “Those fuckin’ things are stinkin’ up the whole apartment. Get your ass in the shower. NOW!”